Out of Body

Walk a mile more yet
With the rose petal once set
Adrift on the river bed
As you’ve already stumbled
Another five in your head

Carry it closely along
In your hand, once so strong
Now weakened by the path
Of traversing many winds
And their unencumbered wrath

Yet amongst the stormy gales
The petal somehow has prevailed
By some power holding tightly
To your open and coarse palm
Which would not hold well or rightly

This beautiful flake
Of a winter fake
Cast down by a tree
Incorporeal in disguise
Did float freely

But for some odd cue
Sticks now like glue
Without reason or rhyme
Though with wit and melody
And most curious time

So walk a mile more
In this mystery adorned
With an effervescent plane
And a circumference quite fair
For an eye of any range

Tease the truth from the edges
Or drop down from these ledges
For even fair things have locks
And angel wings beating fast
Count off beat from clocks